| G | D | |
| Followin the stars through the | honkey-tonks and bars |
| F6a9 | Ca9 | G | |
| Dream away on a | country music | pride |
| G | |
| Start the evenin' by myself, |
| D | |
| but you can | bet by the hour of twelve |
| F6a9 | Ca9 | G | G | |
| Gonna have a | pretty painted | lady by my | side |
| F6a9 | Ca9 | G | G | |
| Talkin' ^?bout a | pretty painted | lady by my | side |
| Now I'll tell that woman how it used to be |
| when the west was wild and the land was free |
| How a western word would travel for a country mile |
| Then one day when the drugstores came |
| and forced my hand to play a truckin' game |
| Wishin' to be a cowboy all the while |
| F | C | G | |
| Yes, I was | wishin' to be a | cowboy all the | while |
| E- | A- | |
| Painted Lady tell me of the past | gone by |
| G | C | |
| Hold me like the open range and | ride me high |
| Take me to the days when your dress was made of calico or gingham |
| C | A- | F6a9 | |
| And a | man was a | man.... |
| G | G |
| Painted Lady with your painted face |
| Tell me bout your life in this painted place |
| Tell me with your lovin' lips and lovin' eyes |
| I can feel the pain, I can see the fears |
| on the painted cheeks that hide the tears |
| Of a lovely lonesome cowgirl in disguise |
| Talkin' bout a lovely lonesome cowgirl in disguise |
| Chorus |
| transcribed by OttMan marten@sky.net |